[Observed on a recent chilly evening]
BARTENDER: Hey man, what can I get you?
PATRON: Dude, my buddy tells me you make an awesome Brandy Alexander here.
BARTENDER: Uh, the kind with ice cream? We don’t have ice cream here. Are you sure that’s what he said? Not a Brandy Old Fashioned or something like that?
PATRON: Naw, man. Brandy Alexander. He said it was the bomb.
BARTENDER: Well, I guess I can mix up something like that without ice cream, sure.
[Mixology commences. A beverage is served. The patron sips, then flags down the bartender.]
PATRON: Hey, what’s in this?
BARTENDER: It’s brandy, creme de cacao, and a little half-and-half. Do you like it?
PATRON: It’s… its okay, but it’s not what my buddy said it would be like.
BARTENDER: What did he tell you it was?
PATRON: He told me it was hot. A hot drink.
BARTENDER: That’s not a Brandy Alexander. Maybe he had a hot toddy made with brandy?
PATRON: I’m pretty sure he said Alexander. I’d call him to find out, but I have to wait until he gets out of jail.
BARTENDER: Uh… want something else while you, uh, wait for him to get out of jail?
PATRON: Yeah, I’ll have a hot chocolate.